Intimacy - Part 1

A universal language that is embraced and cherished by every life is LOVE. A soul will be lost without love. For some, time and fate pushes them high above, see them fall and laugh at their face. But for some, time and fate join their hands, take them to their destination with ease and pat on their shoulders. This story is one such picture perfect love life that anyone would want to live or associate with.

To add to the feel and emotion of the story, few lyrics from various songs composed by Maestro Ilayaraja have been added. This is a special tribute to the musician of all seasons, times and emotions. Not forgetting, a special thanks is always reserved for my friend Suresh, who is the reason behind this story.

Part 1

"Good Morning mam!", said all the students in chorus. A fresh start and first day of the academic year, for Higher Secondary School students. All looked very enthusiastic and eager, except Aarthi, who is new in the class. Aarthi looked like a typical South Indian girl, with long hair, wheatish complexion, average height, slim and ofcourse calm and serene face.

"What is your name?", asked her teacher.

"I am Aarthi", she replied.

"Come to the dias and introduce yourself"

"Yes Mam!"

Aarthi felt nervous but she went on to introduce herself.

"Hello everyone! I am Aarthi. I did my 10th at Akhilandeshwari Vidyashram, Trichy. My family recently moved to Chennai. My father is working as a Bank Manager and my mother is a housewife. I have one younger brother, doing 8th standard. I scored 83% in 10th CBSE exam. Thank you", she said and rushed to her seat on the first row. Her teacher praised her for her good score and continued with the subject.

Few girls spoke to her during break time and she felt comfortable with them. After a week's time, she got settled and earned a bunch of friends. But, she dare not to speak with or even look at any of the boys in her class.

New city, new people and new feel seemed to be another world for Aarthi. She missed her home town. The very thought of her hometown brought back the reminiscences of all the beautiful memories that she preserved all these days. Her world remained too small and simple. Her life till now was confined to a couple of streets in a devotional town of Trichy. Though she had heard a lot about other cities and places, never had she bothered about exploring them. She was happy to flutter around her hen's coop.

ival oru ilanguruvi

ezhundhu aadum malarkodi
idaiyil nadaiyil iraivan varaindha kolam
thavazhndhidum malaiyaruvi

parandhu paadum pasungkili
nitham.. nitham nitham.. nadai thathi thathi pazhagum!

இவள் ஒரு இளங்குருவி
எழுந்து ஆடும் மலர்க்கொடி
இடையில் நடையில் இறைவன் வரைந்த கோலம்
தவழ்ந்திடும் மலையருவி
பறந்து பாடும் பசுங்கிளி
நித்தம்.. நித்தம் நித்தம்.. நடை தத்தித் தத்திப் பழகும்!